The job is intensely crazy these days, but, honestly, when hasn't it been? "Intensely crazy" has sort've become the "new normal." My kids, meanwhile, are requiring constant attention, but then, that's what kids do. My wife and I have precious little free time to ourselves, and when we do, we're usually too exhausted to capitalize on it. But, I'm guessing this is true for almost all families with two little people in the ranks. I don't get to see my friends very often, but when I do, I'm concerned that I'm probably not much fun to be around. In the last three months, the demands and disorders of everyday life seem to have magnified, and the accompanying wear'n'tear is starting to show. Pressures of a professional, financial and familial nature have all alligned to form an indomitable axis of worry. As a possible manifestation of this, the constant, piercing scream in my right ear has intensified to the point where I'm convinced that if someone pressed their own ear up against mine, they might be able to hear it. Not to be outdone, an otherwise blemish-free patch of skin on my face has now decided to replicate the jagged surface of the angry, red planet of Mars. It doesn't hurt, but it sure ain't pretty. In a nutshell, I am stressing -- inside and out.
This coming weekend -- Memorial Day Weekend -- is generally considered to be a festive respite, a battery-recharging pause in the rat race to celebrate the arrival of Summer. This weekend, Peggy and I are endeavoring the heretofore unendeavorable. As threatened in this recent post, we are going to drive out to Long Island all by ourselves. Yeah, yeah, I know -- "big whoop", "it's about time", etc.. While yes, it will be nice to get out of the city, I'd be fibbing through my fangs if I told you I was looking forward to the drive. I've done it a quadrillion times, mind you --- just never in the seat with the steering wheel in front of it, let alone with my precious little children sitting behind me. Suffice to say, it's going to be ummm.....interesting. Seat-belts on, kids!
But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's still only Wednesday, after all.
Little Oliver mimicking his father.
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